(Verse)
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Woke up and I felt like balling
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Ain¡¯t even got up out the bed and money calling
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Got washed up, dude want some new shit
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Let my old jewels at the crib, got on my kick
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Think of shit, I cop some rims on these hoes
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And shit I iced my whole watch
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Fuck it, I'mma do both!
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Shining on these bitches for the days I couldn¡¯t
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Got a little good cause I know they're looking
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Flying through my hood, just scoop my cheese
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For my young wild niggas that be hustling P¡¯s
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I'm a get money fanatic, drug money in the mattress
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Choppa in the closet, work in the attic
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Grew up with bosses, learned from my loses
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We really do this, we don't just talk it.
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Niggas want friends so bitches want me banging
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We're the Detroit big timers, how you love that, bitch?
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(Hook)
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Woke up and I¡¯m feelin like balling
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Ain¡¯t got up out the bed, money calling
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Turn 27 bands and they all in
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36 hoes, meet me at the mall then
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Woke up and I¡¯m feelin like balling
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Ain¡¯t got up out the bed, these bitches callin
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Forgies on the Mazzy cuz they like that
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Doughboy Cashout and they like that
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(Verse)
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See that bitch calling, I ain't even brushed my teeth yet
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Drown in the water, nigga fuck get my feet wet
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Killers on my side, and they ain¡¯t never went to recess
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Up all night, counting money, I ain't sleep yet
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Way before this rap shit, nigga I was on
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Kush balls in the basement got it smellin strong
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Had to switch my phone, fans try to type my shit
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Cavalli this, Gucci that, I¡¯m on some stuntin shit.
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I'm in my coupe looking cool, hoe, see me and drool
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But foes never gave us chance, that 40 bands were for jews
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You will end up on the news if you fuck with my gang
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Your best friend will kill you, what you thought on your brains?
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I¡¯m swerving lane to lane and my whip en route
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You call that girl your wife, I just call her a groupie
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I stay rocking Gucci, either that Casepi
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Talking loud on my cellie, tryina show off my prezzie, bitch!
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(Hook)
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Woke up and I¡¯m feelin like balling
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Ain¡¯t got up out the bed, money calling
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Turn 27 bands and they all in
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36 hoes, meet me at the mall then
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Woke up and I¡¯m feelin like balling
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Ain¡¯t got up out the bed, these bitches callin
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Forgies on the Mazzy cuz they like that
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Doughboy Cashout and they like that
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(Verse)
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First thing I gotta say, nigga free Meech
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Next thing I gotta say, I got 'em 23
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Doughboy Cashout, who me?
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Rolls Royce catch them out, wifely
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On set, all day I got that wify
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She's a hoe nigga, why you're trying to wife her free?
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It's so cold in the D, no weather
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Young nigga thugging, plus they gather rentals
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Home of the hustlers, you know they're getting cheddar
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Your price high, but my price better
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Make it rain on a bitch, Shawty where your umbrella?
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Doughboy shit, nigga I ain't never tell a soul
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Nigga dipping in the pit, fucking with they nose
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Nigga fucking off the set, trickin to these hoes
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Talk a lot of gangsta shit, but be the first to fall
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Yo Gotti realest nigga, everybody knows!
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(Hook)
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Woke up and I¡¯m feelin like balling
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Ain¡¯t got up out the bed, money calling
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Turn 27 bands and they all in
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36 hoes, meet me at the mall then
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Woke up and I¡¯m feelin like balling
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Ain¡¯t got up out the bed, these bitches callin
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Forgies on the Mazzy cuz they like that
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Doughboy Cashout and they like that
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Woke Up
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Young Jeezy |